She insisted on kissing me afterward, sampling a tiny taste of cum from my semen-slick lips.After that final huge crescendo for each of us, we rested ...in each other’s arms, dozing briefly until reality reared its ugly head and Julia declared it time for her to leave, still worried about staying too late, about her ex-husband finding out I was more than a patient to her. I insisted on whipping up some sandwiches real quick – BLT’s, about all I had available besides the fixins for PBJs, although,. "Miss Hoffmann's sparsely-furnished office appeared to reflect the occupant's character perfectly: a tidy desk, a small vase of pink carnations and an empty in-tray. In pride of place above the desk - where normally an official portrait of The Queen might hang - was a signed photo of the famous burlesque dancer Vita Von Teese, dedicated: Pix darling, from Dita.'In the far corner was a brass umbrella stand containing half-a-dozen riding crops, one of which was black leather with a. She led out a little squeal and whispered “what she should do?” “If you like it, smile and touch him back.” I said. For the next group a hand from each side fondled N’s round fanny. One reached under her skirt. The offenders were both attractive. N stopped, smiled at them and squeezed their cocks through their shorts. Her actions were not lost on the other spectators. N was in control and proudly walked the next few steps picking out her favorites. With a smile and a squeeze she. Oh god. Oh god. Hejust owned me, like a toy." She opened her eyes now, sobbing in earnest. "Hecalled me fucktoy," she said chokingly. "Fucktoy. That's what I was. I lovedthat name, it made me crazy. Fucktoy. . . " "Fucktoy," he repeated. "Yes. That's a good name for you, Pamela cunt.Because that's still what you are. Isn't it?" "Yes," she sobbed out. "Yes. Yes . . ." "Yes, Sir." he said. "Yes, Sir." He got up and moved toward her. "All right, fucktoy," he said. "You cantell me more later. Now.